Dylan O'Brien imagines

Broken(Thomas)

Sorry about that last part, u forgot I hadn't finished it but here's something else for ya. I'll have the script part done soon.

Dirt and sand crumbled under my shoes as I walked on through the sand dunes. The storm was horrible and the dust and sand stung at my eyes and the back of my throat. My scarf just couldn't keep it out.

The others trailed behind me as I followed Thomas. He looked almost disappointed in something. He had grown so distant since we fought last. Of course I purposely wasn't talking to him because of what had happened but, it was what it was. Yes I love him. Yes I know he loves me. But the thing that bugged me was that I could never quite understand what was running through his mind.

My throat suddenly sharpened with pain as I started coughing. "Are you alright Y/n? Need water?" Newt had already passed me the small flask. I quickly took a gulp and thanked my dear friend. "Are you and Thomas still..." I could tell what he was trying to ask.

I placed my hand on my forehead so I could get a clearer image of him. "Yeah." I replied squinting my eyes towards the sun.

A large rock with shade supply came into our view. Everyone ran as if it was the only shelter we had seen in years. My feet sunk in the sand as I leaped and sprinted for it.

The red stone displayed itself as a profound rock that stood on the dunes beautifully. "Thank god." Minho grunted collapsing into the shade.

We all rested and sat for a while. Well all of us except Thomas. He stood a few yards away and stared towards the mountains. My heart was surging with hope that he was right about the people in the mountains. I was certain we would find it, I just had this feeling.

Newt turned his head to me and of course realized that I was staring at Thomas for an extended amount of time. "Fine, I'll go." I used his shoulder to help myself stand up and started walking towards my distant... Boyfriend? Would I call him that. I sure would love to.

I cleared my throat once I was about a couple feet away. Once again the wind whipped at my hair and stung my eyes. "Thomas?" My voice came out in a raspy tone from all the sand that was layered at the back of my throat. I coughed more. A warm tear ran down my cheek and I stared into Thomas' brown eyes hoping he hadn't seen it. "Talk to me Thomas... Please." My chest tightened, eager for him to speak.

"Nothing is ok." He whispered looking around as we were stranded in the middle of literally nowhere. "This is all wrong." He himself had shed a few tears as well. "Y/n I need you." His legs gave in as he collapsed to the floor. The bridge of sticks holding him together had broken as he held his face in his hand and sobbed.

"Thomas- Thomas look at me." I grabbed his face and spoke sternly. His glossy brown eyes looked as though they were lost and abandoned. "Thomas I love you." I cinched my eyebrows as my voice cracked and I started crying to. "Seeing you like this tears me apart Thomas." He crawled closer to me and held me in his arms.

"Don't cry Y/n." He said in a mere whisper. "You're the only thing that isn't messed up about this." My heart was mended as his words flew out like moths upon scarves.

I settled myself back together and took a deep, shakes breath. "We'll make it Thomas." I whispered, my lips only an inch away from his ear.

"I can only make it out with you." Thomas squeezed my body tighter. All we did was sit.

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Honestly cringing

Anywhore
I love you

-Anna